"That's why we're born, honeygirl," she says. "To learn how to love each other.
And it takes all the time we've got. Some folks never get the hang of it."
--Amber Coverdale Sumrall, "Siesta"

Blender of Love DigestJuly 2000

And now for something...

...mostly different. This month I'm taking
advantange (in both senses of the phrase) of
the 'bully pulpit' I have as Keeper of the Blender,
and turning this month's Ramble slight away
from topics of Romance. I'd like to share
a mini-website I created a few months ago
on a topic that's been on my mind: mortality.
(If I continue the pattern set by graduating high school
in 1992 and college in 1996, this summer marks
my commencement from my first degree from the
"school of not-sohard-knocks", and I'd like to
think of
this minisite
as my thesis statement.)

Now the last time I really messed with the scope
of the Blender, the result (in retrospect) was
kind of embarrassing, a very worried
Warning about Y2K.
(To be fair, it was only 1998, and the reassuring 'Critical
Dates' of 1999 hasn't yet happened.)
And this month's ramble also has its roots in some
anxiety attacks that I've experienced. Still, I
think that I've come up with some comforting
thoughts and philosophies that others may find helpful;
especially people who aren't convinced they have
any kind of hereafter waiting to welcome them.

So, unless you're convinced that your best coping strategy
is not to think about, read
this month's Ramble, but don't neglect this month's selections.
As we approach a million frontpage hits we become the home of
more and more terrific works.